"Let go of me," I sternly commanded, leaning forward and biting down on his shoulders, causing a small amount of blood to flow. He responded with a menacing growl, wrenching me away from the wall and spinning me around, forcefully pushing me back against it. My head struck the wall, causing stinging pain, but I quickly blinked back tears, determined not to show any vulnerability to my captor. As he pinned me, his fingers dug into my flesh, asserting control, "Natalia, you're mine now. Here, it's my call, not yours." Natalia's plan seemed straightforward: infiltrate the location, reveal a little of herself, slip the spiked whiskey into his drink, and make off with whatever riches he had. Unbeknownst to her, the most ruthless Mafia boss in Voyeur, who had a personal vendetta, was hot on her trail. His intentions went far beyond retrieving what she'd taken; he sought to claim her completely.
